Broken hearted on a Wednesday
   Think we're leavin' town on Thursday
   Cause bombs were droppin down all afternoon
  
   I don't forget to pack my lipgloss
   It makes me pretty, while I feel lost
   Make room for glossy teeny magazines
   Ameriteen, Ameriteen
   Ameri...
  
   I really like having a boyfriend
   He held me close under the stars and
   He kissed me there, how memories don't fade
   And now the air is getting heavy
   And boys with guns are getting ready
   It's time for me to leave this all behind
   Ameriteen, Ameriteen
   Ameri...
  
   And as the teeth of dogs of war sink in,
   I feel this thing unfold
   And I wish Bobby would stop by
   I know he's gone through his window
   And as the smoke of us blows by
   I will stand by the window
   All is not well in the night
   Where is the sunlight that I know?
  
   Broken hearted on a Wednesday
   Momma's packin up on Thursday
   Cause bombs were droppin' down all afternoon